That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

“No problem,” Hall readily agreed.

Ereshkigal and Ishtar's outfits were calculated by the cat.

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Chapter 166 Flowers Blooming in the Underworld

"here."

Ereshkigal brought Hall to the small world he had created in the underworld.

Before Hall was a small world of less than a few square meters, filled with colorful flowers that looked like they were being carefully tended, with not a single weed in sight.

Although this is the underworld, Hall had only created a small world to absorb magic power before, and had no time to help her take care of it. Generally speaking, in places with abundant magic power, plants will grow rapidly, and it is impossible for them to only bloom without growing grass.

The vibrant scenery within the small world contrasts sharply with the desolate and lifeless underworld outside.

Hall smiled and said, "It looks like you've taken good care of it."

Ereshkigal blushed, feeling uncomfortable with praise, and said with a mixture of shyness and pride, "Of course, diligence is a virtue, and only a diligent goddess is worthy of these beautiful flowers."

Ereshkigal's gaze swept back and forth within the small world, where every corner was overgrown with bouquets, leaving no place to plant.

"It seems there's no need to sow seeds yet."

"I don't like unchanging scenery. Although it's a pity, let some flowers wither. This is a necessary measure to maintain the normal operation of this world." Ereshkigal stretched out his right hand, and a faint crimson lightning bolt from the underworld appeared in his palm. He was about to strike down the crimson lightning containing death energy.

"and many more."

"What's wrong."

"Don't you think it's a bit of a waste to just destroy your carefully tended flower field like this?"

Ereshkigal sighed, “There was nothing I could do about it. There were many other plants growing together before. I infused them with death energy to make them wither and free up more space for the flowers to grow. As you can see, limited space and resources have restricted their growth. Although it is very wasteful, pruning them is a task that I, as a goddess, have to complete.”

The goddess of the underworld looked dejected and sorrowful.

Hall understood the hidden meaning in her words and laughed, "In that case, why not pick them yourself?"

"Pick it with your own hands?"

Hall knelt down beside the small world and demonstrated how to use alchemy to transform the rocks of the underworld into stone tools, pruning branches and cutting off some flowers that were not growing well or in a bad position.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Hall handed the tools to Ereshkigal.

"Hmm... but I've never tried this kind of work before."

"It's okay, just pick the flowers you like. That's the meaning of their existence in this world."

"Ok."

Soon, Ereshkigal became completely absorbed in pruning the flower field, carefully picking each flower and repeatedly measuring each branch and leaf before cutting it.

Hall picked up the cut bouquet, easily woven it into a beautiful wreath, and gently placed it on Ereshkigal's head from behind.

"what?"

Ereshkigal paused, touched the wreath on his head, took it off, stared at it blankly, and murmured to himself, "So beautiful."

"This is a gift for you, a reward for taking care of this little world."

Ereshkigal gazed at the wreath, his clear voice tinged with a hint of loss: "But it cannot last forever. Without the earth that sustains life, it will wither and disappear before long, and it cannot leave this space either."

"That's enough."

"Is that enough?"

“These flowers have fulfilled their purpose. I created this little world to offer to the goddess, and this moment of beauty is enough to realize their value.”

Ereshkigal looked thoughtfully at the wreath in his hand, then looked up at Hol and smiled gently: "Thank you. I will cherish this wreath before it withers."

"And these pruned branches and leaves, bury them in the soil. Although this little world is full of magic, it's hard for the flowers to grow well without a proper supply of nutrients." Hall buried the pruned branches and leaves on the ground into the soil.

After much effort, the two finally planted the newly purchased seeds.

Ereshkigal gazed at the half-empty flower field, satisfied, and said softly, "Hall, don't you think this job is quite similar to the job of the Lord of the Underworld?"

"Half, I guess. Humans aren't flowers. Humans have intelligence and can make choices, while flowers can't."

"Perhaps."

Hall turned and left: "The flowers are planted, so I'm entrusting the stronghold to your protection, Goddess."

Ereshkigal watched Hall's departing figure, hesitant to speak, and finally lowered his head, murmuring in disappointment, "Strange person, similar to myself. If only we could be friends."

Hall doesn't have Gilgamesh's or Merlin's "clairvoyance," so he can't see through other people's hidden nature at a glance. This time, he is also testing her true nature and her obsession with the Holy Grail.

Perhaps, as Dumuz said, "Ereshkigal is a girl who always laments that there are no flowers in the underworld, but she doesn't know that she is the flower of the underworld."

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Using the privileges granted by Ereshkigal, he could freely travel through the Underworld. With the Underworld Pass, Hall finally discovered the true nature of the Underworld.

Magicians can create magic workshops, and with high-level site construction skills, they can build temples. The so-called underworld is a higher level than a temple, and it is not a true reconstruction of the underworld from the Age of Gods.

Therefore, Ereshkigal is not truly invincible in the Underworld. It only requires a number of top-tier Servants or the maximum output of a Noble Phantasm of the Ea sword level to destroy him.

Last night, both Enkidu and Ishtar appeared in the enemy camp, so it's no wonder that Gilgamesh was worried about leaving the stronghold to Ereshkigal alone.

In the afternoon, Hall returned to Yggdomirenia and was once again approached by Astolfo.

"Hey~ Hall, I've been looking for you for ages!" Astolfo greeted him warmly with an innocent smile.

Hall stood on the grass in the castle courtyard, a faint blue flame burning in his right hand. These flames were a manifestation of Hall's magic as he attempted to develop the Noble Phantasm, "Knights Don't Die Bare-Handed."

The Holy Grail War must be conducted covertly, so it is very difficult for conflicts to occur during the day.

Hall considered this rule to be nonsense. The Yggdrasilia clan had betrayed the Mage's Association, and the Greater Grail system had been exposed, so there was no need to follow the rule of secrecy.

"Rdier, is there something you need?"

Astolfo said resentfully, "Can't I come to you for no reason? That's so mean."

"Generally speaking, I don't like to be disturbed."

"The King sent me to inform you that Ruler, who will decide this Holy Grail War, has arrived in Romania and is on his way to this city. He is expected to arrive tonight. It seems that the Red Team is planning to take action against Ruler."

Young Gil does not have the authority to command Hall. Hall can share the intelligence network of the Yggdmirena and then act according to his own will.

"understood."

"So, what were you doing just now?"

"A magic experiment."

"How boring," Astolfo muttered dejectedly.

Chapter 167 Doraemon

Upon hearing about the Red Team's movements from Astolfo, Hall returned to the castle of Yggdrasil, found Young Gil's room, knocked on the door and went in after receiving a response. He saw Young Gil staring intently at the screen, holding a game controller, playing a fighting game.

The servant was playing a game, and the strange scene made Hall feel a strong sense of unease. But when he thought that the servant in front of him was young Gilgamesh, he felt relieved. It wasn't surprising that he would take out a VR game headset.

"What's wrong, Magician brother? What do you need me for?" Young Gil paused the game, turned to Hall and asked curiously.

Hall nodded: "Doraemon Gil, do you have a convenient vehicle that I can borrow?"

"I have a lot of treasure in the King's Treasury, but I never lend my treasures to those who cannot realize their value. Also, what does Doraemon mean?"

"I plan to go with Saber to stop the Red Team from taking down Ruler. It's too late for Yggdrasilia to prepare a vehicle. Your treasury should have a vehicle that satisfies me."

Young Gil suddenly realized: "Ah, this matter is indeed more advantageous to our Black faction. In that case, there's no problem. Just tell us what you want, whether it's a legendary flying machine or a modern sports car, it's not a problem."

"A motorcycle will do."

Young Gil waved his hand, and the Gate of Babylon appeared, a golden vortex with a radius of three meters rippled out, and a racing motorcycle slowly descended.

"Motorcycle? Is this the kind?"

Hall glanced at the motorcycle, not entirely satisfied, and asked again, "It's about right. Do you have any other models?"

Young Gil put the motorcycle back into the Gate of Babylon, then took out a golden motorcycle with a trendy and futuristic look, and pondered, "I don't really understand either. What do you think of this one? It's a vehicle that won't appear in this world for another ten years. I really like its appearance."

Do you have a black one?

Yes.

"Then put it in the courtyard below; we need it now."

As expected of the world's oldest Doraemon, it has everything.

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Saber was summoned, her bright blue eyes gazing curiously at the black motorcycle placed in the center of the courtyard; its streamlined appearance was very pleasing to her.

"Master, what is this?"

"A vehicle obtained from the King of Heroes."

Saber exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this a modern motorcycle? Why does he have something like this in his treasure vault?"

"The Gate of Babylon contains the prototypes of all Noble Phantasms or the early forms of human inventions, as well as treasures and precious artifacts from ancient times to the present. The quantity is not fixed, and the concept is more inclined to the original wisdom of humankind itself. It can probably be found in its treasure trove anything that humankind has invented."

"No wonder the King of Heroes said that the Holy Grail belonged to him."

"Saber, can you ride this motorcycle?"

Saber smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, I have A-level riding skills. Whether it's a motorcycle or a plane, I'll always find a way to drive it."

It sounds unreliable, but that's just how Servants are—unreasonable beings. Hall was used to it. He took out a map, pointed out the location to Saber, and instructed, "Set off now. Our destination is this main road to Tulifas. The Reds are planning to attack Ruler. If Ruler or any of the Reds' Servants appear, we will definitely be able to detect it."

Saber hesitated and shook her head: "I think it would be safer to drive in a sedan if Master is here. I'm sorry, now is not the time to be picky. Master, please hold on to my waist while driving. We can't slow down if we get here before nightfall."

"it is good."

Hall chuckled inwardly. The current situation was indeed more suitable for a car. Hall chose the motorcycle because it was more suitable for Saber, and he didn't mind a close encounter.

The two got on the motorcycle, and Hall reached out to hug Saber's waist. A strange feeling welled up in his heart. Even when facing a thousand pounds of force, she did not back down, but her waist was very slender. There was still room for her to hug him, making him want to hug her tightly.

Saber stiffened slightly and shifted her body uncomfortably.

"what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, let's set off now. Please hold on tight, Master."